i try to make sunday a day of preparation for my workweek, as far as food goes. today while listening to the chiefs play, i’m doing some baking. sort of in honor of halloween, i’m making these paleo-esque pumpkin muffins (recipe below) adapted from a recipe at caveman food. my main adaptation, and what makes them paleo-esque instead of straight up paleo is the addition of semi-sweet chocolate chips. i can’t help it. in the past i have made what i think is a killer pumpkin bread using a recipe that included chocolate chips. now i’m trying to do the paleo/primal thing, but can’t imagine a pumpkin bread-type recipe without the chocolate chips. and i can’t afford cacao nibs right now, so the semi-sweet chips will have to do. anyway, these pumpkin muffins are primarily for me to have something decent to eat for breakfast, so i can stop going to the med center cafeteria and eating eggs that may or may not be real (if they are real, i’m certain they’re not local, organic, or free-range), and contributing to the landfill with my daily styrofoam collection.
i’m also doing an adaptation of this roasted root veggie recipe, so i can either have it for lunch or dinner most days of the week. and i’m roasting some asparagus. yesterday i sautéed some chicken breasts that i can use in various salads and dishes throughout the week. and i have a couple of salmon filets and steaks that i’ll work into my menus at some point. so, barring any disasters, i should be good to go on the food front for the week.
paleo-esque pumpkin muffins
makes 12 muffins
1 1/2 cups almond flour
3/4 cup canned pumpkin (NOT pumpkin pie filling)
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
1/3 cup honey
3/4 tsp cinnamon
3/4 tsp nutmeg
1 tsp vanilla extract
1/8 tsp salt
1/4 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
1/4 cup chopped pecans
preheat oven to 350°f.
mix together all the ingredients except for the chocolate chips and pecans until smooth. fold in the chips and pecans. spoon batter into 6 greased muffin cups (i use coconut oil) and bake for 20-25 minutes.
this is another repost of something i wrote back in march 2007. i think it’s something i needed to see now, at this particular juncture in my life. first of all, i would eventually like to be in a long term relationship, and this reminds me figuring out what that looks like for me is a continual work in progress. (however, i do have it narrowed down pretty much to these three criteria: a man who can make me think, make me laugh, and make me cum. anything else after that is a bonus.) secondly and somewhat more immediate, it reminds me that i should probably call or email my friend mentioned in the post, just to see how he’s doing.
The Love of God/The God of Love
To Love is to reach God.
Never will a Lover’s chest
feel any sorrow.
Never will a Lover’s robe
be touched by mortals.
Never will a Lover’s body
be found buried in the earth.
To Love is to reach God.
One of my good online friends who knows of my recent relationship woes (actually of my woes since 2000) asked me the other day if I had considered ‘finding religion’, I suppose as some sort of salve for my current situation. I replied that I absolutely could not set foot in a church right now. It’s not that I don’t have a belief in God, because I only get by because of that belief. Hoping I don’t sound self-congratulatory, I pray daily, I meditate some days, do some spiritual reading, and pretty much try to see God’s hand in everything that happens, even in the stupid shit I bring upon myself.
And yet, maybe he’s right. Not about me finding religion, but about at least finding a somewhat likeminded spiritual community. But I’m such an odd duck with my beliefs, and I don’t want a group of people who just pays lip service to what they believe, but who actually lives it. I’ve read a lot of Rumi over the past year. Rumi was a 13th century Persian poet and mystic whose only goal in life was to be one with God. I rather view him as a role model in that regard, and have tried to model some of my personal practices towards a similar goal. Then I get distracted by life.
I told my friend, and a couple of others, that I was taking a sabbatical this summer, from men and sex and relationships. I’m not getting any younger, and I really need to concentrate on figuring out what it is that I want and need in a relationship and for myself as a single woman. One way for me to do this, I think, is to follow Rumi’s lead, which is to just love God. Not to seek him/her, but just to love what already is. And in doing so, in any future relationship, I can find someone through whom I can express that love to God.
this is a repost from 2007. i have been looking through old entries, trying to clean up the blog, and i saw this, and thought: wow, did i really write this? apparently some incarnation of me did, so here it is again, for 2010 and beyond.
Dudes, have you read this? One of my favorite quotes is ‘I would rather live in a world surrounded by mystery rather than in a world where everything can be explained.’ (Or something like that, close enough…) Apparently there is a researcher at Florida State University who says the miracle of Jesus walking on water can be explained by some perfect atmospheric conditions that caused ice to form on the Sea of Galilee. When Jesus was on the water, he was actually walking on ice, according to this scientist.
C’mon. Whether you believe the biblical story is true or not, does everything have to be explained? There’s no poetry, no mystery, no hoping for that one-in-a-million chance that something good might come out of a bad situation, no bloody faith involved in the idea of Jesus walking on ice. You ‘explain’ this, and you’d better explain him turning water into wine, feeding 5000 people with seven fishes, and Lazarus being raised from the dead, for starters. Actually you’d better start explaining how Jesus himself was raised from the dead. I’m not a biblical literalist (anymore), but I do believe these stories of miracles serve a purpose. One of those huge purposes is to give us hope that we can rise above our circumstances if we will just look inside ourselves for the strength to step out of the boat onto the water. Stepping out onto ice takes some faith and strength too, but it’s the things we can’t see that gives us more power and courage than the things we can, if we’re looking with the right eyes. And looking at most anything literally is not looking with the right eyes.